Butterflies
Butterflies
Butterfly wings flutter a shocking pace
whispering up-flow against my face
blowing hot coloured blood from weary skin
baring the dermis to let the cold in.
Lepidoptera skittering down low
stirring a whirlwind whose wont is to grow
into whistling, spinning hurricane force
tearing fabric of universe from source.
Where is the safety net to catch me now?
And tell me why I need one anyhow -
There is no false wind I cannot withstand
and like these butterflies, I cannot land.
Butterfly wings flutter a shocking pace
whispering up-flow against my face
blowing hot coloured blood from weary skin
baring the dermis to let the cold in.
Lepidoptera skittering down low
stirring a whirlwind whose wont is to grow
into whistling, spinning hurricane force
tearing fabric of universe from source.
Where is the safety net to catch me now?
And tell me why I need one anyhow -
There is no false wind I cannot withstand
and like these butterflies, I cannot land.
posted by Annelisa @ 22:36
1 Comments:
thought provoking.
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